Jun 07, 2006 20:46
The morning dew made the grass cool and damp against the bottoms of his feet. Amilessly wandering in the grey dullness of the predawn. With a light layer of fog blanketting the ground. Whilst wandering aimlessly the young man had a slight frown darkening his features.
Remembering what had brought him to be wandereing outside in the predawn in nothing but his breeches and a unlaced shirt.
Jerking awake gasping for breath, drenched in a cold sweat. His bedding was half wrapped around him and half thrown of the bed. His eyes and head darting around the room; searching for the cause of the sudden terror. Slowly realizing the danger is passed and was nothing more than his subconcious manifesting itself in his dreams. Growling to himself he untangled himself from the bedding, throwoing it to one side of his tent, and getting out of the bed. Looking around at his tent walls to center himself on where he was and what he was about. His eyes falling on the sword the was leaning against his wash stand beside the bed.
More to come in this little passage, I have no idea, why don't you guys tell me what you think; such as should i continue with the tale or not. Does it intrigue you enough to want to read more? Or is it more of my drivvle that noone wants to read!?